The wind screams,
in whispers.
It is filling
in the moments
I can feel
what it says.

Words are clearly felt.
I hear
the movements
as they follow,
motions
of my head.

At times
they sway away,
away they sway
at the times when
the moment is not
with me,
or I with it.

However,
at most times
I am.
And the wind screams,
to remind me of that.

Tis' comforting
to the heart.
Beautifully aggravate.
Scream on,
I plead,
my soul begs thee
to scream on
and relieve me
from my
thoughts,
delusions,
confusions,
whisper those screams
I plead,
to me.

Broken's almost whole right?
I'm just missing a couple pieces.
  I just need to tape them up
    never mind the creases.
Lost is almost found right?
I just need to find my way.
Blindly searching
   Tripping over my own feet
     screaming out your name.
Alone is almost together right?
I can hear your laughter clear.
maybe if I pull this trigger
   I'll be with you again
      my dear.

I yell and I frantically wave
But no one hears a silent scream
And taxi-cabs don't stop for ghosts

even when she cries,
even when she yells,
she's beautiful.

"IT HURTS." You screamed, loud enough for anyone to know that you are indeed hurting.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." I say.

I am a liar, I am oblivious. I dont know if things would ever get better for you. I'm just a person who lives on the hope that tomorrow might bring. Sometimes, faith is all you need.

Oh,
but no one heard the broken girls with the hollow screams
and hairline fractures running through
their ice-chilled hearts.

she would pull her hair
mouthing silent screams
of anger
pain
frustration
guilt.
the tears would be coming too fast
and she would be choking
on her own saliva.

Corrupted thoughts and dreams turns whispers into screams
But reality
Oh how reality turns screams into whispers that corrupt and drain
Drain innocence left behind
Uses every bit of breath to corrupt good hearts, good minds, good starts
Screams to whispers
Whispers to screams
Corrupts our hearts
Corrupts our subconscious and dreams